My soft hands
gliding over
your tired soul
tenderly and carefully lifting it to sleep
I will carry it for you, my love
Smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and new wounds that have left
their reputable bloody disdain
I will wash it again, my love
Breathing in the cool late night air
kissing your warm skin
with a silence only given
bringing your strength in…
I will hold you, my love
Listening to your pain and promise
from too many miles away
without you…
near you… I will love you forever, my love
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